His fourth whiskey of some unknown planet of origin. Doubles, all of them. He could feel his cognitive faculties begin to falter. A few more, and he might not be able to think straight for the rest of the night. That was good, yet not... Once the alcohol wore off, the images would spring unbidden, and fresh to his mind again. But maybe for a few hours....

He let his train of thought trail off. Someone was moving past his table near the side of the bar, eyeing him as he went. Tam let his fingers just brush the handle of the small holdout blaster in his pocket, waiting for the man to move on. He did.

Paranoia was setting in. He didn't care. The security reports listed it as an accidental death. They left of the charges of negligent involuntary manslaughter. They didn't tell him that it was his fault, that he deserved to be in prison.

Looking up at the door as another individual came in, Rodian, Tam's control slipped a bit, the sight slipping back into his mind's eye. Blaster wounds were always so clean.. Never a bloody mess left as evidence that something horrible had happened. However, the burial had been closed casket. The only indication of it's occupant a name, and age: Martin Joshua Tam, Age - 7.

Joshua looked up towards the server droid, and signaled a refill. He couldn't see his boy one last time, because there had been nothing left to see. A hole the size of a fist was left in place of facial features.....He almost wretched.

Jase entered the bar, raising an eyebrow as he scanned the room. It wasn't nearly as seedy as some of the dives he had frequented during his days as an assassin. However, his purpose here was the same as it usually had been during those years. He was tracking somebody. More importantly, it was one of his own men he was tailing. Joshua Tam.

Tam had always come off as a bit of a wild card. Prone to disobey minor orders, but reliable. This was why he had chosen to find him without summoning the rest of the Unknowns. Eve's transmission had been brief. A simple location and security code. Jase was going to make sure he had Herdez and Tam with him when he arrived. It didn't sound like she was placing a call for a social visit.

Eyes followed him in disbelief as he walked through the bar. His choice of 'accessories' drew more than one stare. Not that many expected to see a man wearing jewelry and gloves fashioned form actual body parts. Walking up to the bar, he placed his hands on the counter and grabbed the freshly filled glass from the surface before Tam could grab it.

From mildly groggy to razor sharp in a second, Tam's mind went through an entire range of thoughts as he looked up and saw Jase. Suppressing a wave of rage at having his drink stolen from him, he simply pulled out a credit chip and tossed it on the counter, standing from his stool.

He didn't realize he had been tailed to the bar, didn't realize it was possible, but if anyone could do it, it was Jase. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a packet of pain killers, used for mild headaches and swallowed one as he followed Jase to the door, not saying a word. Any information on what Jase needed would not be given in a crowded bar.

Squinting against the bright sun as he stepped out into the half-deserted side-street, Josh fought the urge to vomit as a fresh set of images of Martin came to his mind. Taking a deep breathe, he looked sideways at Jase, and said, "Another mission?"_________________

Jase led Tam out into the sun, walking with his back slightly towards him. He would need to sober the man up. " I am not sure," he said softly. " An acquaintance of mine has requested my presence. Sufficed to say, I did not approve of the wording in the transmission. I am bringing you and Herdez along, should any unfavorable situations arise. We'll take my ship, you may bring whatever weapons you wish."

Turning to face the man, he gazed upon him with mild contempt. " Get that alcohol off of your breath and sober up. Take a bismuth for your stomach if you must. I will meet you at the ship in 30 minutes."_________________